I will divorce him. Fu Ziheng didn't understand why a person who was fine just now could look like this the next second.

Is it true that women can fall out faster than they can read a book?

She didn't know what she saw, and her whole body froze for a moment, then she turned away and looked away, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, and there was a look of disgust in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

With his eyebrows furrowed tightly, Fu Ziheng put her on the bed.

The moment he put her down, she immediately moved away from his arms, as if she couldn't wait.

Fu Ziheng was stunned for a moment, stood up straight, and looked at her with a cold face, "I stay here at night and watch you, and I have to be busy with work during the day. Is this how you repay me and show me such a look?"

After sliding into the quilt and getting under the quilt, Xiao Wan looked at him and said, "Work? You were not in the hospital all day today, did you go to work?"

His intuition told him that he could never say that he went to see Ji Yanran and fell asleep at her place. Fu Ziheng lied bravely: "...Yes."

"Ha..." Xiao Wan chuckled, "That's really hard on you."

Her smiling face was full of mockery. Fu Ziheng had always been arrogant, and he had never been treated like this by her. He felt slightly annoyed: "What's wrong with you? Just say what you have to say, don't look like this."

Look! I can’t bear it!”

Oh shit!

Xiao Wan resisted the urge to yell, took a few deep breaths, leaned on the bed and pointed at the door of the ward: "Mr. Fu, please go back and have a good rest to replenish your energy so that you can continue to 'work' tomorrow!"

After saying that, he turned his head to the side so as not to look at his gloomy expression.

Almost in the next second, the face she turned away was pulled back by a force. As soon as she raised her eyes, she met Fu Ziheng's sinister eyes: "Mr. Fu? Huh?"

Xiao Wan pursed her lips.

"What if I say I won't go back?" He pinched her chin with five fingers and rubbed it carefully. Fu Ziheng stared at her deeply and darkly, imitating her tone and shouted word by word: "Miss Xiao!

"

After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Wan snorted coldly: "Childish!"

"Since you feel childish, then take back those words Mr. Fu from now on!" Fu Ziheng's cold eyes made her tremble, "I don't like hearing those three words."

"..."

A breath seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to move up or down. Xiao Wan slapped his hand away, pulled the quilt over her head, and slid down like a fish.

Fu Ziheng stretched out his hand to pull back the quilt and glanced at her: "Be careful to suffocate you."

"Let go!" Xiao Wan yelled at him, "It's better to be suffocated to death than to have dirty eyes!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you mean?"

"..." Xiao Wan gritted his teeth, "Let go!"

"If you don't tell me why today, we will be in a stalemate like this." Fu Ziheng dragged a chair and sat down, looking serious. Xiao Wan gritted his teeth and cursed 'bastard'! Then the two became angry.

Holding the quilt in his hands, his eyes moved slightly and his words were sarcastic, "You said you were going to work, so can you explain why there are lipstick marks on your shirt collar?"

The eyes that followed her line of sight were stunned after hearing her words.

While he was stunned, Xiao Wan took the quilt from his hand and covered herself tightly.

After saying that, Fu Ziheng didn't make any move.

The ward was quiet for a while.

Xiao Wan closed her eyes and started to sleep. She hid under the quilt as if she was isolated from the world. No matter what, she could not be harmed. She heard the sound of Fu Ziheng pushing the chair away, and then the sound of footsteps leaving...

Fu Ziheng pursed his lips and pushed open the bathroom door and went in. He stood in front of the mirror. The plum red lipstick mark on his collar clearly entered his eyes.

He squinted his eyes for a while and wondered how he got it?

Except for going to Ji Yanran's place, he didn't see any other women today. If it was her...

Fu Ziheng lowered his eyes, then turned on the water faucet, wet his hands and slowly washed away the bright red stain on his collar.

Coming out of the bathroom, he glanced at the person on the bed, who was huddled motionless and seemed to be asleep. Fu Ziheng stood at the end of the bed and stared for a while, then turned around and went out.

Xiao Wan fell asleep before seven o'clock. As a result, she suddenly woke up at eleven o'clock. When she opened her eyes, she saw that there was nothing else in the ward except a lamp.

She felt a little thirsty, so she turned over and sat up to get the tea cup. When she turned around and saw a person lying on the sofa not far away, she almost screamed in fright.

After taking a closer look, she recognized that it was Fu Ziheng.

After patting her chest and exhaling another breath to calm down her shock, Xiao Wan muttered: "Pretend to be a ghost..."

Then he touched the cup of tea, raised his head and took a sip.

The result of drinking a large bottle of water was that within half an hour, she began to feel anxious, so she had to slowly get up and hold on to the wall to go to the bathroom step by step.

After finishing her menstrual crisis, Xiao Wan felt very comfortable all over. She opened the door and was about to go out. When she looked up, she saw a shadowy figure standing outside the door, which scared her so much that she almost jumped up from where she was.

"... Fu Ziheng..." Xiao Wan covered her heart, which had been frightened twice by him in one night, and said angrily: "You are like a ghost, why don't you make any sound?!"

He really looked like a ghost now. His hair was messy, he was wearing a white shirt, and there was a large swelling on his half-dark cheek. When he glanced at his face, Xiao Wan felt a little guilty. The injury on his face was hers.

The thick magazine hit me during the day today.

Fu Ziheng glanced at her and said, "I heard some noise, so I got up to take a look."

"..."

Xiao Wan ignored him, walked sideways from him, and then moved to the bed carefully step by step while holding on to the wall.

Fu Ziheng followed her and watched nervously and carefully. He was relieved when he saw that she had gotten into bed safely and unharmed. He subconsciously wanted to say good night to her, but Xiao Wan turned over and turned his back to him, not wanting to

Talk to him more.

After standing there for a while, Fu Ziheng went over and turned off the lamp. He knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep even if there was even a little light in the room.

The moment the lights were turned off, the ward was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Fu Ziheng groped forward like a blind man.

Xiao Wan, who had her eyes closed, suddenly heard a "bang" in her ears, as if something hit the coffee table. She subconsciously opened her eyes, but her body did not move, and then she immediately heard a slight muffled sound.

Deserve it!

A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Xiao Wan soon fell into the dreamy fragrance again.

*

Fu Ziheng got up early in the morning and glanced at Xiao Wan on the hospital bed, sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms. He subconsciously relaxed his hands and feet, then picked up the car keys and mobile phone on the coffee table, opened the door to the ward and went out.

He went back to the villa first, took a shower and felt refreshed, and then went all the way to the company. At about 7:30, he called Xiao Wan, the person at the breakfast shop, to deliver breakfast. Then he drank a few sips of coffee and started working.

He hadn't come to the company for two or three days, and the documents had piled up like a mountain. When he was immersed in work, he would usually forget about sleep and food. This busy morning passed by like this, and by noon, he had solved most of the work, and then rushed to the hospital.

I bought lunch for Xiao Wan on the way.

But when he came to the ward, there was no sign of her in the room. He frowned, put down the food and turned around to go to Chu Ran's ward.

He stretched out his hand to open the door and went in. There was no one else in his room except himself.

"Where's Mr. Xiao?"

When Chu Ran heard the noise and looked up, Fu Ziheng didn't hesitate and asked him directly.

"Your wife, you actually asked me..." Chu Ran suddenly laughed. Seeing Fu Ziheng's face getting more and more ugly, he took stock of his current situation. If he pissed him off, he would only get beaten.

For his sake, new hatred and old hatred are combined, he will definitely not show mercy and beat himself to death.

"She went back in the morning." Chu Ran restrained himself a lot and told the truth, "About nine or ten o'clock, she came to say goodbye to me and said that her leg injury was healed and she could be discharged. Why, no one was there

Will you be notified?"

Fu Ziheng didn't even look at him, turned around and left.

He had to drive back to the villa. Butler Chen was making lunch in the kitchen. He heard the commotion and came out to see Fu Ziheng asking hurriedly: "Have you had lunch, young master?"

Fu Ziheng asked directly: "Is Xiao Wan back?"

"No." Butler Chen shook his head, "Isn't the young lady in the hospital? I plan to go see her this afternoon. What happened to her? Is she no longer in the hospital? Master, don't you know where she went?"

A series of questions made Fu Ziheng flustered.

He pursed his lips, turned around, and was about to go out to look for it when his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and saw that it was Fu Zhai calling, not Xiao Wan.

"Hello." He reached out to pick it up, and the next second his face changed again and again, turning blue and red, like a palette. Finally, he said coldly, "I got it" and cut off the phone.

.

After Fu Ziheng put away the phone, he turned around and left. Butler Chen took a spatula and asked hurriedly: "Aren't you going to stay for lunch?"

Fu Ziheng waved his hand and hurriedly got into the car.

All the way to Fu's house, Fu Ziheng unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, striding into Fu's house. Fu Jingguo was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper. Fu Ziheng asked him with a cold face: "Where are the people?"

Fu Jingguo raised his head and glanced at him. He snorted dissatisfied with his ignorant attitude and raised his chin: "Kitchen."

Fu Ziheng turned around and went to the kitchen.

"...Aunt Liu, how to make three-yellow chicken? You told me just now, but I forgot again."

Before anyone could get closer, I heard Xiao Wan's humbly and studious voice.

What is this...doing?

Learn to cook?
To be continued...